I found my old
diary the other
week. It made me
cry. I can't believe some of the things I had put in there.
It was from about
a year ago and it was when I'd just started a
diet, it was
horrid. I'd been picked on and
called names, sadness filled the whole
diary. I can't believe I let people get to me so much. The thing is people still do, thats what made me
cry.
I tell myself it doesn't matter what people think but at the end of the day it does and it
hurts.
You may think I named this article wrongly but no, I named it this because of how the story ends.
I suppose all the things that had been said built up and I did infact lose weight. Yes it is true,
I lost a stone and five pounds and from that
diary I found that out, that also made me cry.
A
stone and
five pounds? It sounds alot but not really, I still get picked on for my weight and that makes me sad that people judge you for what size you are.
My proudest moments of this year where finding out how much weight I had lost and being able to buy a top from
Topshop.
As you read this you might think that buying a top from
Topshop is nothing, but to me it was everything. All my
friends and everyone around me shopped in
Topshop and I couldn't and that was awful.
I look back on that day and trying that top and it fitting and being so
happy. Now though, it doesn't matter, a shop shouldn't
rule my life and it never will again. I won't let it.
I've decided though I'm going to be myself and forget about everyone, so what I'm
over weight, why does that matter to
people?
At the end of the day to the people who love me it doesn't matter.
I'd like to say
thankyou to my
family and my
friends for sticking up for me and standing by me.
"I love you guys!"